It's the things that you doThat make me feel so(Come on, inhale, exhale, breathe on it for me)And I don't know the way I feelI can explain(Uh)I love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do(Bounce, bounce)It's the things that you doThat make me feel so(Exhale breathe on it for me)And I don't know the way I feelI can explain (Yeah)I love you(Uh come on)You thug look at what you make the clubs do

You know the flow sicka, know Jigga, mo' sicka now rightYou know what me and Swizz's shit sound likeCrazed and demonic, uh without blazin chronicProduct of ReaganomicsYou know that motherfuckin stoop raised meRingin in da hoops but I was too lazySchool made me sick, teachers said I was too crazyLow and behold, it's the new and improved Jay-ZLet me explain this to you babyI spent nights out, days inNiggaz was blazing, twelve noon where I was raised inI felt caged in but kept roamingPrayed for the Day of AtonementMarried to the streets no date of annulmentIt seems every time it comes upThey postpone itSo I kept my chrome at the waistWaiting for the omenSavoring the moment and now you knowThe reason that I flow the way I flow baby

It's the things that you do(Uh, inhale, exhale, breathe on it)That make me feel soAnd I don't know the way I feelI can explainsI love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do(Bounce, shake, bounce, shake)It's the things that you doThat make me feel so(Uh, exhale, breathe on it for me)And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh)I love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do(Drop, bounce, yo)

You know I move like an ounceBottled up like crackThat's how I make you bounce like thatDefy Webster's words they can't pronounce like thatThat's why no other rapper got a sound like thatTrap, trap of my lifeFlashback, kill niggazRap skills unmatched, Jigga man babyI can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain itGod given, gifts of a soul for hard livingFar be it from me to question Allah's wisdomCould've been lost in the systemInstead I'm involved with the rhythmI dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisionsI know I must be part of some missionShit I used take it for grantedWhy they placed me on this planetI would ask myself while writin raps to myselfBut right there under my noseWas the flow of all flowsNot a demon but a rose in the cement, come on

It's the things that you doThat make me feel so(Inhale, exhale, breathe on it MC)And I don't know the way I feelI can explain(Uh)I love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do(Bounce, shake, shake it, uh)It's the things that you doThat make me feel so(Exhale, uh)And I don't know the way I feel I can explainI love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do(Lights out nigga)

You know I've traveled through zonesHomes spazzed like a bad backI came into this game on Jaz's backI jumped off stood on my own two like boom, that's thatYeah I'm here to show and proveDon't matter to me the Garden or flowin on ClueWhatever niggas wanna do - it's alright with meWhether you big or bossy, jig or flossyDusty or musty, sober or saucyBroker than Todd Bridges, richer than Bill CosbyForgive me for my arrogance or you still salty?Past on to the next life and you still haunt meI'mma keep doing me unfortunatelyI make the club rock, make thugs pop gunsMake old folks do the bus stop; can't stop sonShit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knewY'all (niggas) know (niggas) how (niggas) do

It's the things that you do that make me feel so(Uh, exhale, inhale)And I don't know the way I feelI can explainI love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do(Uh, bounce, shake, what? uh-huh)It's the things that you do that make me feel so(Uh-huh, inhale, exhale)And I don't know the way I feel I can explainI love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do(Bounce, shake ladies)It's the things that you do that make me feel so(Uh-huh, breathe for me, uh, uh-huh)And I don't know the way I feelI can explain(Uh)I love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do(Lights out niggas)It's the things that you do that make me feel soAnd I don't know the way I feel I can explainI love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs doIt's the things that you do that make me feel soAnd I don't know the way I feel I can explainI love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs doIt's the things that you do that make me feel soAnd I don't know the way I feel I can explainI love youYou thug look at what you make the clubs do